Ode to Summer Camp

Ode to Summer Camp

My mother and grandmother used to drive me to North Carolina every summer for camp where, as memory serves, the squirrels were white, the dawns were dewy, and the threat of lake snakes never did come to fruition. Each morning, the sound of a trumpet would wake us up. Before we could get out of bed, our teenage counselors would make us recite the camp motto: It’s a great day and I feel terrific. Blinking into the Carolina morning, some more cheer…